Public Indecency - The hot cheese incident

If I'm being honest, roller grill hot dogs have always been a problem for me. It's been easier to quit drugs than it is to walk by those things without indulging.

It was such a a morning, on my way to work when I stopped at the local gas station for my coffee, a 🌭 and some quick banter with the clerk to start my day 🌄.

This morning I shared the line with an attractive businesswoman, in a nice suit with her hair up, ready for work like the rest of us. Shuffling forward in line, I bit into my luscious cheddar cheese brat and molten hot cheese shot out the other end and hit her in the neck.

I just stood there, half a hot dog in my mouth, mortified my breakfast snack had ejaculated on this poor woman.

Clearly she knew. How could you not? There was enough cheese there to make a baby.

It was then I locked eyes with the cashier, who had clearly seen everything and was trying to hold in a laugh.

What to do? Tap her on the shoulder and have the most awkward conversation ever? Grab a napkin and dab it off like some weirdo from the parking lot van? I chose C, ignore it ever happened and hope to take a step into a time warp to somewhere else.

We continued to file slowly forward and the woman never flinched, but when she turned around after her transaction, she shot me a look that said I should have been ashamed of what I had done that day and she hurried out of the store.

I lived in that town for another 5 years and never saw her again, but I think about this story every time I'm standing in line enjoying one of those delicious dogs and I smile.

It's the little things.

#foodie #breakfast